I want you to know,
one thing
You know how it is-
if i look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window
if i touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
of the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you
as if everything that exists
aromas, lights, metals,
where the little boats
that sail
towards those isles of yours that wait for me
Well now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget about me,
do not look for me.
for I shall already have forgotten you
if you think it long and mad
the winds of banners
that passes through my life
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where i have roots
remember
on that day
at that hour
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
and seek another land
But
if each day
each hour
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me
ah my love, ah my own
in me all that fire is repeated
In me nothing is ever extinguished or forgotten
my love feeds on your love, beloved
as long as you live it, it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Pablo Neruda 1904-1973
This poem really moves me. I feel Pablo speaks of a love that is unconditional, yet seems absurd. Maybe because of distance or maybe because of separation. The poet speaks of soul mates. That kind of love brings anguish, fear and paranoia, pain and fear of losing the one you care most for. So he creates a mask for him to hide behind, a safety net so he doesn't become hurt. "If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me-for i shall already have forgotten you" As you read on, Pablo clearly indicates that his love for this woman will never die, never subside. His love will persevere even once his heart is broken. "In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten"
Everything brings him back to her. Every scent, every beautiful image, every touch. A flower, a wrinkled log, sail boats reminds him of her in all her glory. Making it impossible for him to forget her.
Many people would argue the true meaning of this poem. Many believe this poem was about Pablo's exile from Chile, about his undying adoration for his homeland. The sights, sounds, tastes, all is beautiful to him.

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